Borne into this
World

By the will of
Others

I have wandered
Alone

Bewildered by the
Ways

Of man

Flower open

Bee-line

Was your baby
an arm here
torso
head over there
some other limbs or
organs tomorrow

To be stitched together
in a week or year
or two?

And was that baby
(perhaps ugly as sin)
beautiful to you?

Pah!

You come out whole
my little wordlings

I kiss you on your
knotty spine and
leave

Bon chance
bon voyage

Have a good life
hope some reader
loves you

(From the crack
In a crumbling wall

One tiny flower
Defies all
wilted pink

Blushing at dawn)

Wildflower dark road
Wet shining rain

Clustered under hedgerow
Berry-red

Walking past-
Fragrance

Do not want
You in
Virtual reality

No breath on
My neck

Your flesh
Vibrates alive

Unrepresentable

You, moon

Pulling my tides

To flowing movement when i strive to be still

You, young moon

Agitating roots to
Push soil

When all oak requires is acorn rest

Yes you,
Moon

Mistress movement

Cycling countryside to mock silly cities falling down.


Water water everyone unable
To
Stagnate
Or drown thanks to you,
Moon

1
The spin of
Light and dark
Will stop

And following-

An overflow of
Red love or

The blank stare

Of nothingness

2

One day i held you

It is enough

3
Never and again
Will darkness spill
Over the edge of
A bowl
Shimmered into
Light,
Vibration of the miniscule
Energising the mighty

In the world cannot erase
the tedium of an english
seaside suburb where
old colonials retire

Cricket and warm beer
the elongated death of
the english gentleman

John Arlott describes
scattring pigeons as the
ball rolls idly by

A gentle ****** of teacups
(bone china) and
Betjeman on the wireless
1,000 years of Malmesbury town

In the presence of evil

Calm

So moles are digging
Up the lawn
Creating holes in empty space and earth and dirt

And I with you love am

On a sheepskin rug
In Devon

In a cottage, holed by moles
In Devon,
Mystic land

And I am inside you
And your leg
Your thigh
Is burning
From log fire

Red and blue and white

Moles and woodsmoke
In Devon
In love

And everyone gone
But us two

And Louis Armstrong

What a wonderful world
Over and over the needle
Flows music to our ear-holes

In front of fire
On fire we are
On the rug

Sheepskin tickle
And if I knew
Your thigh was burning
I would have thrown
The young hard body of mine
Onto the fire to save you, love

To save forever this memory
And if I die
No matter

When you, happy
Take me
Inside you.

Life can, perhaps, be
Better

But no imagination
Nor Louis
Nor mole
May persuade me such

And you
And I
Love by

The fireside

In dank imprisoned mind,
cellared,
thrown against a wall
by guttering candle,
huge monstrous thing
clawing at the stone.

On palmy beach, timorous,
hiding in sand, stored
Under feet in noonday heat.

Drinking wine with
the moon,
the three of us
flaggoned,
aliened underneath arches,
faintly there, drinking
out time away,
girding our *****.

Merged with She,
sheet crumpled, replete
with lust.

In every space, nook, cranny,
in qiuet contemplation,
thought myself alone,

But you have never left me,
capricious, morphing,
paranoic delightful
shadow of mine.

Scattered thoughts
Escape the pen
Of reason.

All along a
Sinuous trail
Is laid,
Snail slimed,

Easily followed
Yet utterly devoid
Of meaning.

One day
Focus
Shall gimlet point

To the core
Of snail shell,
Fractal,

Shall return
Wildcats to the
Source-

To the reason
For thinking-

For...

Yes, Elizabeth
You were my first,
Perhaps my only
Truelove

And yes, as you said
I liked the image-
Ancient typewriter
And a bottle of *****

And no, lizard Liz
My head buried
Between your thighs
I never amounted
To anything

Thank god you left.
Your myriad children
Around your feet
Your errant husband

Pedro the donkey,
You liked your men
Well hung.

I liked guinness
And port, and champagne
(if you are buying),
And pretty girls
And laughter.

You knew me my darling girl
And I knew you too

Look how open
Rings of softwood
Fresh cut
From farmed forest.

Straight tree from
Straight row,
Inability to

Look
Feel thousand
Year oak, old
Gnarled wood
Useless

Weeping amber
Through thick
Bark look
And feel

As drought years
Tighten rings
And
Wet
Fast growth of
Sunshine,

Canopy galloping to light.

Build house marry ring to
Swollen finger

Construct seat
Table

Young wood and all
The paraphenalia of pretence

Live good
Happy life

But I shall nestle,
Look, feel
Half eaten oak and

Soak my soul
In history

Grey white
Gulls

Red chimney
Stack

Every year

Ark Ark

She came she went

She came she went

She came she went

Having no-mind
To make up

I simply witness
This event

Now on ocean floor
We garden with
Complete freedom.

Fantastic vines produce
Polyps, jellyfish and
Squashy pumpkins.

The old ways are forgotten

Speciation, classification,
Removal of forms from
This or that all undone.

Dragons laugh
Spitting fireballs
Which sizzle and lard
The sandy land.

Fantastic vines
Cling to surface
Tense and *******
Sun

Peach halves reunite
And passion fission
Fruits new flesh

And riding dolphin
Is the only bus

Now on sea bed
We reform our lives,
Give endless seed
Back to sky

Salvador died 30 years today

84 then

How old now?

The clock is melting...

I see a Pyramid
In your Eyes

It contains Who
I used to Be

I  smell the earth
In your words

Moon tideless
mud ***** at
rubber booted cocklers.

Crackle of *******
crustacean lifted
by ***** slipshod

Raising fractal shells
in practice old as man.

Listless boats loll
sealess, same little
boats, fishers of men
dunkirk.

Migrant birds ebb
and flow from africa,
struggle for land.

Rheumy eyed-
World unfresh

But still small
Daisies brave the
Cutter's edge.

Long slow
Pendulous swing

From boredom to
Anxiety
As Winter Springs.

This year's alchemy-
Leaden skies
Turn Gold

We met in the
Hot breath
Between stars-

Eddying cosmic radiation.

You live next door

Time is wrong
It moves only
Forward

Time is wrong

Why not up
Down
Round and round

Orbit uni
Multi verse

Mind
Spin up and down
Backward too and
Scribbling message

Time is wrong
So wrong
No law says
Time one way alone

No sign posted
On web
Spider goodbye

Time is wrong

Beyond the apocalypse

A mere rip

In time

The man who
can barbecue some
poor dumb animal

Fix your car
put up a shelf
for the romantic books
piled on your floor.

I am not that man.

I am not that man
to carry you over
thresholds garnered
in new gold and tiled
from byzantine shores.

I am not that man
you dream of
dripping money and
diamonds
flashbulbs popping
your every red woven
glide coiffed and coutoured

I am not that man

I am real

Tussocks of grass
Root thirty feet deep
And gather sand
Windblown from Africa

Dunes form and
Desert spawns
Pleasure beach

Naked bodies frolic
In surf and soak
Up sun to crispen skin

Barren clime-
Fecund activities
The soulless feed
The soul and
Cycles revolve

Climates evolve and
Globe spins and rolls

Unconcerned

Particular light
waving a billion
miles from billion
year ball of gas to
tickle my iris.

And I am shy to show
the ancient traveller
the flipside of men,
blast crater uprooting
the sacred tree of life.

What happened to the
marbled head,
so noble and *****,
the burst of creativity
from cave to modernity?

What happened to sun,
einsteined to power,
the sunny side up
scrambled to gross
confusion and the limitless
cruelty to birthing eve?

As geese
In chevron
Flow through
Sky

Let me be
In each moment
In each beat of wings

And depart

Without a trace

Hexagonal basalt
volcanic calm
footprints to Ireland

A beached whale
estranged love

And running giants
cudgel

Where do seagulls
Sleep

On the swell swell
Swell
With undertow deep
Deep deep

In town on house or
Factory
Surely not branched
In birch

(Moving to cities
Huddled for warmth)

And when switch
Cuts
You stay with pain
The pain pain

Take the strain strain
Strain
When deep undertow

Holds you down down
Down

This may be where
Seagulls sleep

In the brain brain
Brain

Air air plant
Roots *******
Only air.

Across seas
Draped upon trees
Taken by breeze

Rootless rootless plant
Reproducing
On air in air
Rootless tree
Envied by even
Dry tumbleweed

I wake
Crying
And thank all the gods
(As yet unnamed)

That you may be here

Sometime
(Smiling)

Water

Pulled by moon

Entranced by
Sun.

I am water

Flowing

Moving

Or stinking
Stagnant.

Like water
Breeding
Moving

Out of Afrique

To Mars

1
Tidal grief
Wore granite
To grain

Vapour plume
Sprays as Spirit
Does

Soaring-

Ether and never
So close together

2
Angels may climb
A ladder to
Greatness-

For others

Self soaks wings
With oil
And sinks
Back
Through soil-

Heaven/Hell
All spoil

With
Hybrid
Genes you
Lack connective
Tissue

Body
Bones
Fall apart

Stones and earth
Provide
Emblematic deaths

In overcrowded
Cityscapes

Bewildered by
Your goddess names

I bow
Fish-like

Hooked on
Venerable
Devotion

Dragon
Swallows
Tail

Left arm
High

My boy Jack
Caramel and honeyed

Union of
Opposites:

Twenty-five
Years
Beyond odysseus

Wandered from you.

Your mother,
No penelope

My picture
Disfigured

Darted
Wounded

Cursed I roam
Wine-dark aegean.

Suitors succeed
And you are
Lost to me.

Goodbye telemachus

River boat gambler

Pencil moustache
Shoestring tie

How I picture you

Jack of hearts

How the ladies
Swoon

I saw you
In new forest

Bhodidharma

In the folded bracken

All that
4 love

I
Vast hollow scraped
from land by the
slow cadence of some
retreating glacier.

Melt from high flows
larvic to fill the void.

Quiet invasion of
waters forming
stone quarrying
rivers until,
overfilled the
crystal clears

Overspills and
streams to ocean
lapping at milk-
white cliffs,
hungry as cats.

II
Quiet invasion
walking on
continental drift

Wattle and daub
blue-dyed men
lakeside.

III
Hush now the
quiet priest
hands out leaf
to cover the fig
fruit of fecundity

IV
Without sound
quiet bands move
always move and
increase until

Around the fire in
moonlit waters shown
the tom toms open
relentless beat

V
Too late
too late the quiet
invaders imitate
and mock

Then ****-

Nations at war
within

From

Nowhere

To

Nowhere

Crocus lost
Halfway down
A dusty field

Saffron
Intelligence

Golden rice
Sustaining
Body

Opening shutters
Early light

Illuminates
House plants.

Green

Healthy

Trees.

Outside
Flowers glow

And the lump
Of karmic
Iron soul

Dissolves.

Free

Happy

And

Free

Broke cover
Sudden
Stood stock still-
Breath, mist
Mingle

What thought, doe,
What sound, smell of
Greencoat man with
Lichen brow,
Moss beard,
Hazelnut eyes,
Moist as yours,
So brown.

Veins throb
Yours and mine
Silken hide
Only movement
Ears, nose twitch.

No pointed barb today,
No loud report

Just look
Slow as oak
Bark growing fingers
Grain of the trunk.

No haunch for butcher hook, today,
Doe
Disappear into
New forest thicket-

Oh, how you gentle me

Clash of flint
Against flint

Spark inspiration-
Sharp intake of
Cold cold breath

(Drawing on walls
Fair game-
New directions)

Made me a cave
Dug by hand and
Ax

To drag a mate
Cozy and sweet

Burn briar and herbs

Tame lion and wolf

All fingers
And opposing thumbs.

Standing upright,
Loser of all I survey

Surrender to the dance

And praise

Praise praise

Protruding roots
buttocks nest
spine strait
against the grain

Tears by the lake
abandoned turtles
grown huge
bask on sodden logs

West wind growing

Yellow leaf
Brink of

By your ***.

In moonlight your
Rhythms upset and
Entice in
Equal measure.

Mysterious goddess
Of earth
Of soul
Of soil

What to do with
Such fabulous
Witching power?

Surely a sludge
Of knowledge
Lodged
Somewhere

In remnant brain

If not

The wall-stare
Did better
Than even
Master knew

Squabble
Cackle
Seagulls

All morning.

Only a plethora
Of cockles.

How like us
They are

Fighting over
Plenty

Ash in the mouth
Final sprout plucked

The great plague
Eaten the planet
Brown

Fired the end stick

And notation laid with
Invisible ink

(warm stream of body
Revives the script on
Solid scroll)

Too tired for messiah

Just watching the day
Subside